**Author's Note: Feedback appreciated!
This is my 2nd story. I wanted to get in the kind of intimacy that I like in a relationship. I know it's mostly sex, but I thought it was 'Romantic' enough for that category. Are you sold on the relationship of the characters? How's the description of the sex?
Enjoy***
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"And what should I call it?" asked Lucía, quietly, with her arms wrapped around my bare back.
"What?" I responded.
It wasn't her accent that threw me - I'd grown accustomed to it over the last few months and had learned enough Spanish that the way she shaped a sentence made sense to me. I could even help her place a word in English here or there if she couldn't think of it.
No, I didn't hear her because I was, at that moment, patiently nuzzling my member among her labia, wetting the tip and sides, trying to tease and excite her; but it was just like her to pick a moment like this to start a tangent.
"Your penis," - she took her mouth from my ear - "how should I call it, Thomas?"
I paused my rummaging, looked at her and then quickly aside, perplexed but smiling.
The AC hummed quietly. The curtains were drawn, but there was still light outside.
"Um, I don't know" I said, bemused, rolling off to her side. It wasn't worth it to try and divert her focus, even on an orgasm I was planning to give her, when she wanted an answer out of me.
"Why do you need to know? And especially, right now?"
Placing my hand on her wide hip, I tilted her towards me. She held her head up on an elbow, black hair falling towards the pillow, and traced a finger in my chest hair.
"It's just," she began, searching, smiling a bit in self-awareness, "Your penis, you know,"
"Yes, I know it."
"Right, right, I know it too. That is the problem! Knowing something so well, I should know its name, something 'especific' to call it."
I let go of the air I was holding in with an incredulous chuckle. What was she talking about?
"Well, it's a penis. And this is a nipple," I gave one of hers, large and brown, a rub, "And this is a breast," I weighed it gently, and it was a large and fine thing to hold.
"But what should I CALL it?" she insisted, eyebrows raised. "You are being too..."
"Scientific? Unromantic? Literal?"
"Literal, yes, maybe impersonal. When I talk to you about it, I'd like to be on personal terms. It knows me so well, better maybe than I know myself, and it does do such wonderful things..." Here she reached down and gave it a stroke. "So we should be personal, no?"
Right around then I started to understand what she was getting at, and raised my eyebrows back.
"Well, people often say 'dick...'"
But she scrunched up her nose and shook her head slightly.
"Awful awful sound!" She said, and I laughed. I thought this woman was hilarious.
Her big black eyes, strong nose, lips, not to mention her wide hips and breasts, I'm sure often made men laugh when she spoke, even if they weren't in on her joke. I think she liked that I was willing to meet her where she was, to 'riff' or joke around, and the reward was that I was the one with whom she walked around with in the park, chatting aimlessly for hours, and I was the one she lay with.
"Well ok," I said thoughtfully. "You're not going to get me to give it a first name. I'm not calling it 'little Thomas' or something."
She put on an attentive listening face and nodded. Though I'm sure she'd find that entertaining, I knew I couldn't take that seriously.
"But most often besides 'dick,' I think people just call it a 'cock.'
She lit up. "I can call it that? I like the sound. Very manly, American sound. In Spanish, we have 'polla' as a complement, but that is not quite the same."
